Working at Dunkin Donuts in my small NJ town at the age of 16. Jesus, some of the people that came in there every freakin day, same time caused me believe these people needed coffee rehab. Unfortunately?, I became a coffee addict, too.
In addition to a few normal working class, there were some very memorable customers and fellow employees I will never forget:
15:00:00 customer Charles Manson. I can't say it any other way--I thought I was going to $hit on myself when he walked in the first day of my shift. The tatoos, the eyes, hair, voice....it freaked me the eff out. I almost forgot how hick of a town I was from and knew I wanted out one day soon.
18:02:00 customer Loser Stalker. Why on earth was I so naive? Remember when the unigender scent CK One came out? I asked (who I thought was normal) customer what he was wearing and said it smelled good. Cripes. He came back every single day 7 days a week during my shift just to see me. He paid with his coffee in dimes and pennies from his big blue bottle. He then would follow me around town and I swear, was in my yard one night. No one believed me. (sigh) I'm not talking about some hot 20 year old, this guy was well into his 40's and I was an OBVIOUS 16 year old kid. He told my coworker about the dates he wanted to take me on. I had to hide every time he pulled up and eventually quit.
Sunday evening relief colleague Toothless Ruth or whatever her name was. The epitomy of trash. Husband and nephew would sit and talk and say, "And this there nigger did this and that (walked in a door somewhere)." Her reply, "Oh he was just talking. That offended you, L.?!" Yeah bitch, I'm only half black but you and your people are still ignorant no matter what I am.
Endless couples hooked up and got married as a result of working at dunkin donuts. I grew tired of working for somewhat mafioso, became sick of oil and fell in love with coffee.